Reject My Alpha President (Iris and Arthur) novel Chapter 81

Miles is hanging onto the branch with both hands, his little legs dangling in the air.

“Hang on!” Arthur says, slowly pulling the branch up. Once he’s not leaning precariously anymore, I grab the branch too, helping him haul Miles up. It’s slow and painstaking, inch by agonizing inch, but finally, Miles is close enough to touch.

Arthur reaches over and grabs Miles by one arin, hauling him the rest of the way over the wall. And together, the three of us fall to the ground, Arthur and I collapsing to our knees with Miles‘ crying form sandwiched between us. I cup Miles‘ head to my chest, rocking him, my sobs lost amongst the rain. Arthur’s face is pale, but his green eyes are bright, and his arms are warm and sturdy as they wrap around both of us.

I’m not sure how long we stay there like that, holding each other. All I know is that soon, flashlights illuminate the surrounding area as the police and Ezra arrive. Arthur holds Miles tightly as he rises, helping me to my feet as well.

But just as we’re about to leave, Miles points to a nearby park trash can. “Wait! We can’t leave the kitty!” he says.

Arthur and I frown, turning toward the trash can. If I strain, I can hear what does indeed sound like the tiny mews of a kitten echoing inside.

Without a word, Arthur strides over and reaches into the trash can, pulling out a small, soaking wet orange tabby kitten. He holds it up by the scruff of its neck for a moment, and all of us—the police and Ezra included—stare, dumbfounded.

Miles grins, holding his hands out. “Can I keep it?” he asks, looking at me inquisitively. “Please!”